Quotes About Fantasy

Los mitos y los sueños proceden del mismo lugar... Un mito es el sueño de una sociedad.» Joseph Campbell

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

I am glad I have found this napkin. This was her first remembrance from the Moor, My wayward husband hath a hundred times Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token— For he conjured her she should ever keep it— That she reserves it evermore about her To kiss and talk to. I'll ha' the work ta'en out, And give't Iago. What he will do with it, Heaven knows, not I. I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.

The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.

Perhaps love in the digital age is more like Netflix binge-watching: we enjoy bursts of fantasy, and then move on to something else when it's done. Like browsing for a new series on Netflix, if the relationship doesn't fit perfectly, you can trade it in for something new with the click of a button or a swipe on your phone.

She was a fairy-tale princess out of his comic book fantasies. She glowed like a star. He hated it. It made his jaw clench [...]. It made him want to wreck something, punch walls, hurl plates. He wanted to drag her into a corner and rip off her glittering veil of illusions. Remind her that she was his beautiful wild animal, not this remote, perfect being. She was earth and sweat and blood and bone, she was hunger and need and howling at the moon. Just like him. Part of him.

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

Only when we start to distinguish reality from fantasy that we can humbly, with eyes wide open, forge loving and sustainable connections with others.

Few women, Ganapathi, fail to be excited by the thought of producing children from different men; it is the ultimate assertion of their creative power. Fortunately for mankind, however, or perhaps unfortunately, fewer still have the courage to put their fantasy into practice.)

As I write this it sounds rather negative and hard but I do not mean it to be so. Happiness grounded in reality is far deeper than that built upon fantasy, and suffering teaches one that happiness can catch a person unawares in the midst of deprivation and desolation. There is a certain stripping away of the externals which makes one more sensitive to joy as well as to sorrow.

Conall checked his watch. Again. Soon his personal wet fantasy would be here. He wondered if it would be inappropriate to tackle her in the hallway as soon as she arrived and drag her up to his bedroom. Probably. Damn human etiquette.

I ain't interested in the truth. I'm interested in the way things should be.

Be kind to dragons, for thou art crunchy when toasted and taste good with ketchup. (Sebastian)

And if wishes were horses, I'd have been run over in childhood.

Ewwww-eee-wwww. Hey Ash, you vant to suck my blud? (Fang) No, thanks. The last thing I want is to catch parvo from you, or some other freaky dog disease that makes me lift my leg around hydrants. (Acheron)

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

Be kind to dragonswans, for thou art gorgeous when naked and taste good with cool whip. (Channon)

Hmmm. See, in this world, Xirena, the Simi does what she wants and akri, he say, 'Okay, Simi, whatever you want, Simi.' Unless it involves eating people; then he usually says no, but that's the only time. Other than that, he do what the Simi says. See how that works? (Simi)

He wanted to work in Hot Woman Valhalla until he died of testosterone poisoning. (Nick)

Where did you find an Andarion? I've never seen one on Gouran before. Aren't you afraid to be with him? (Sales woman) Why no, I'm not afraid. He's already had his daily feeding. (Kiara) What do you feed him? (Sales woman) Babies. Lots and lots of babies. (Kiara)

I mumble hocus-pocus and the next thing you know, I'm a cat. (Ravyn) I suppose it's a step up. The last guy I had in my house could only turn into a beer-drinking pig. (Susan)

Amanda - Oh God, I just kissed a vampire! Kyrian - Oh Gods, I just kissed a human!

Huge Jackman has divorced his wife and happened upon my picture in some old article and decided that I'm the woman for him? ~ Susan